Did someone attack him?......?

"You need to hurry, my warrior. Kilgardan, the Demon King, created me, and the attack contained demonic powers! They were going to kill me! If they arrived at the Frozen Throne before you, it would be all over. Natural disasters will no longer exist. I'll give you all the power I can. ”

Suddenly, an icy sensation seeped into Arthas's body, calming his anger and pain, calming his thoughts. The vastness and breadth of this energy is intoxicating. More powerful than any force he knew. That's why he's here. Drink the cold energy and use the Lich King's power for your own. Arthas opened his eyes, and his eyes became clear. The runes on Frostmourn shone as if they had been reborn, and a layer of cold mist oozed from the blade. Arthas grinned violently, his runic sword clenched in the air, his voice clear and loud, echoing through the bitter air.

"The Lich King gave me a different vision. He regained my strength! Now I know what to do. Arthas pointed to a toy-sized figure in the distance with Frost Sorrow.

"Those clay figurines dared to attack us beyond their means, and that's it. It is time for their masters to taste the fear of death. It's time to end this game, attack!"

"Fight for the Lich King!" Arthas shouted, just as he was about to charge down on his foe, only to be stopped by Anubrak.

"Death Knight, the Lich King needs you more now, leave it to me here, and you rush to the Frozen Throne immediately. There is a secret passage underneath that leads to the Icecrown Fortress. Anubarak didn't give Arthas a chance to refuse, and rushed forward with his own soldiers.

Arthas stared blankly at the swarthy hole, and the energy he had previously suffered resurfaced in front of him. Swallowed hard a non-existent saliva. Arthas took a deep breath and walked headlong into the cave with his eyes closed and his head down.

Arthas walked down the swirling tunnel in a trance, step by step into the depths of the earth, as if some force was pulling his legs forward. It was silent, and no one would stand up to stop him from going deeper, but he felt some kind of heavy sound of power rather than hear. He continued to descend, feeling the call of power leading him closer to his destiny.

Ahead was a cold, pale blue light. Arthas ran towards it, almost running away. At the end of the tunnel was a huge cavern that Arthas could only describe as the Hall of the Throne, and he couldn't help but take his breath away at the sight of what was inside.

It was a blue-green minaret, like ice but not ice, spiraling upwards as if it were about to pierce the dome of the cave. At the top of the tower, sits the Lich King's Ice Prison. A narrow path coiled around the minaret, leading him upward. Until now, the energy bestowed by the Lich King still filled him with tireless energy, but as he ascended, the unpleasant memories came flooding back like flies. Just a few words, a curtain of pictures, just like in front of you.

"Remember, Alsace. We are paladins. Revenge cannot be taken as one of the things we have to do. If we allow our anger to turn into bloodlust, we will be no different from orcs. ”

"Don't turn me down, Gianna. Never reject me. ”

"We don't know so little that we can't just slaughter them like animals out of fear of our own. ”

"Kid, this is a big problem. Let's go, just let this rune sword stay here and leave it to fate...... We will find another way to save your people. Let's go, go back and figure it out. ”

"I'll give you one last prophecy. Remember, the more anxious you are to destroy your enemies, the faster you will send your people into their poisonous hands. ”

These memories of the past tugged at him, trying to compete for his heart, but there was another sight, another voice whispering to encourage him to keep going, stronger and more convincing than any other.

"The nearer you are, my warrior, the more the hour of my freedom will come...... And then you will be sublimated in true power. ”

He climbed upward, his gaze not taking his eyes off the peak, not taking his eyes off the huge dark blue ice cube for a moment. Inside, imprisoned the man who had led Arthas on this path in the first place. It was getting closer and closer, and when it was only a few steps away, Arthas stopped. He stared at the looming figure for a long time, and the mist rising from the huge ice made it even more blurred.

Frost Grief shone brightly in his hands, and Arthas saw two discernible blue lights flickering in the depths of the ice.

"Return the sword to the sheath," the low, shrill voice shouted in Arthas's mind, deafeningly. "It's all done. Get me out of jail!"

Arthas took a step forward, followed by a second, and he finally galloped up, his hands holding Frost Sorrow aloft. All for this moment, he unconsciously burst out of his throat with a loud roar, and then slashed down with all his strength. Frostmourn slammed down, and a loud cracking sound echoed through the cavern. The ice cracked with a sound, and huge pieces flew everywhere. Arthas raised his hand to protect himself, but the flying shards were unscathed on him. Fragments of the imprisoned body fell, and the Lich King let out a loud roar, looking up at the sky and raising his hands in the air. The sighs of pain and the crackling sound of cracking echoed each other, and it was impossible to tell whether it was from him or from the cavern. The sound was like thunder, and Arthas retreated. It seems that the whole world is falling apart. Suddenly, the Lich King's armored figure was freed from the icy prison and scattered to the ground under Arthas's shocked gaze.

There was nothing inside—no one.

Only that set of armor, cold and dark, fell to the ground one by one. The empty helmet slid to Arthas's feet before stopping. He looked down at it for a long time, and a shiver came from the depths of his heart.

It has always been ...... He's all chasing a ghost. Is the Lich King real? If not—who pushed Frostmourn out of the ice? Who wants to be set free? Could it be that he, Arthas Minehir, is the one who has been imprisoned in the Frozen Throne from the beginning to the end?

Could it be the ghost he's been chasing...... Is it himself?

These questions may never be answered. But one thing is certain, since Frostmourn was forged for him, so is this armor. He was held up slowly but surely by the fingers of the armor holding the spiked helmet. Then Arthas closed his eyes and put his helmet on his pale head.

He shuddered suddenly, his whole body tensed, and he felt the spirit of the Lich King enter his body. Cold, powerful, like a tidal wave, swept through his body, piercing his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe, and his blood trembled. He closed his eyes, but he saw, saw so much—Arthas saw everything about the orc shaman Neozu, what he knew, what he saw, and what he did. For a moment, Arthas was terrified, he feared that he would be completely overwhelmed by this power. In the end, the Lich King tricked him into coming here in order to find a living body for his soul. Arthas struggled to pull himself together and prepare for a desperate battle for control of his body.

However, there was no fighting, only inclusion and integration. Around him, the cavern continued to crumble and collapse, but Arthas did not notice it. His eyes were rolling rapidly under his eyelids.

He moved his lips and spoke.

They...... Speak.

"Now, you and I are one. ”

At the same time, in the shadow dome to the north, Richard opened his eyes: "Onexia, let's go, it's time for us to appear!"